I honestly didnāt catch the vibe coming off him. I thought Iād misread the emails, the texts weād sent. He wasnāt demanding, he was polite. So I felt safe being a little flirty, maybe even a little mouthy. Iām not much of a brat, but sometimes itās a good way to weed out the ones that either like and reward bratty behavior (because they wonāt be right for me) or worse, encourage it. He did neither. He raised an eyebrow, and grabbed my necklace, pulling me in until he was close enough to kiss me. His hand on my thigh went from teasing to firm, just shy of rough.
āAre you done?ā he asked. And there it was – that look in his eyes Iād been hoping to see, the tone of his voice what was not boastful or obnoxiously demanding but calm, in control, assertive – the tone that said he was not going to take any crap from me.Ā
It was as if heād flipped a switch inside me. Three little words and everything in me went still. Mentally, physically. The butterflies in my stomach stopped and my racing thoughts shut down. He saw it too, I think, because he smiled. Those piercing eyes searched mine and he smiled.Ā
āThere you are,ā he said finally. āThatās the submissive Iāve been waiting to meet all night.ā
I love this caption.
This is what it means to be a āsoftā D/Lg Daddy, cuddlebutton. Patience and understand without judgement and all given 100% sincerely with no expectation. Because thatās what a Daddy does.
But.
āAre you doneā spoken nearly as mildly, and
āThere you are?ā
A āsoftā Daddy is the string that lets your kite soar, and brings you back to earth when you fly too high.